Today I didn’t even have to use my AK

No one actually remembers that song, do they?

We had a nice weekend here with the out of towner’s. They were only here for a couple of days, which is good. It didn’t turn into one of those “when are they going to leave” situations. In fact, since they showed up late Saturday night, it really didn’t seem like they were here very long at all.

We picked up a new tomato on Sunday. I’ll explain that in a couple of weeks I think.

After picking up the new tomato, Jim took the guests on a bike ride around the city. I stayed home because we initially didn’t have enough tomatoes to go around – we had enough for the guests, but mine would be loaned out. In the end we had enough if I wanted to go, but I decided to stay back and have some time to myself.

They were gone for a long long time. Sounds like they had lots of fun.

We cooked dinner, I made brownies, and we went to sleep. This morning our travelling friends packed up their stuff and drove off into the sunset. Except the sun wasn’t setting at 10:30 in the morning.

In other news, the dog is producing milk. She’s been “nesting” for a couple of weeks now, which, for whatever reason, we didn’t think was odd. But the milk production got us thinking… See, she recently decided that her new favorite spot was under the side table in the living room. It used to be under the dining room table, but I think that is too open for her. So she decides that the side table is where she wants to be and she starts to do the digging in the carpet thing there. Then we notice her digging all over the house. She digs before she lays down on her bed spot on the side of the bed. She digs when she lays down in front of the sliding door. We thought she just didn’t want to lay down on the floor mat. But now we see that it’s more than that.

She hasn’t been out of our sight. When she was in heat, we didn’t let her go anywhere unattended. We didn’t take her to the dog park until we knew she was finished being fertile.

But when we saw that there was actual milk involved, we became alarmed. Then jim remembered that growing up the farm, cows and horses have this thing they call a false pregnancy. And then I remembered my childhood dog, who wasn’t fixed for 1 or 2 heats, and her false pregnancies. Except we didn’t have a technical term for it, because I think I was like five. Tiffany would carry around a rubber squeaky toy. We called it her baby. Come to think of it, I think at one point she may have adopted my little farm fair teddy bear, baby boo. I so rock with the naming, no? New reports from mom say that she’d try to nurse the inanimate objects, just like the internet says. (I didn’t really believe that part until mom confirmed).

So my dog, missy. Jim and I are absolutely positive that she is still virginal and that no puppy miracles are taking place in this house. I think the udder (breast?) swelling may even be going down now.

Poor little girl.

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